MEET THE LITTLE MARTIAN

The Little Martian has been elusive and empty, avoiding certain songs, avoiding certain paths. The little martian insists he is perfectly...

The little martian keeps me company as I question the fabric of my reality. The martian listens to me patiently, doesn’t warble my words,...

The little martian nudges me emphatically as he points to my calendar. I look away, pretend I don’t see what he’s pointing at, the...

The Little Martian laughs with me as we sit curled up near a stolen halogen heater. Crumbs litter my bohemian rug, the martian and I have...

The little martian joins me under Andrea, the willowy amphitheater tree. We sit under her pretty, curling leaves and drink coffee from my...

The little martian feels very tired He doesn’t know what to say to me and I thank him for that. It's nice not to have everyone saying...

The little martian smiles gently at me He sits on the green suede chair by the window, the Jamun tree casts a glow upon him in the 3...

The little martian stumbles and fumbles blurrily out of my bed and bumbling onto the carpeted floor. He reheats an old cup of coffee and...

My mind has been whirring all night. The little martian cracks it open and a billion whizzing cogs spill onto the carpeted floor. “Holy...

The little Martian catapults into a burning volcano and welcomes the frightening burn of lava. He simultaneously plunges a poison tipped...

"It's a star which burns up other stars, got it? Nothing stands a chance in a supernova." I read out from page 381 of the hitchhiker's...

The little martian is bored stiff. “I just -I just don’t feel like I'm living up to my intellectual capabilities you know what I mean?...

He's not you None of them are The little Martian snorts as he leans over the crowded metro bench to peer into my notes app "Who you...

The little martian stumbles blearily out of the loo and stares at me with wan eyes. His cheeks are a sickly pale green and his face is...

“It's a hitting all the red lights kind of day,” I tell the little martian. His eyes dart up like a melodramatic Bharatnatyam dancer,...

The little martian exudes restless judgment from every ounce of his overly caffeinated pores. He eyes me beadily, his little hand...

The little martian grabs tufts of purple hair in each hand and wheezes with frustration. his heart hammers against his rib cage as his...

The little martian stumbles out of bed with a raging headache. I watch as he presses his palm against the back of his head, holding it...

The little martian watches my retinas explode and splatter all over my pink keyboard “Oh wow, that’s gross,” he says matter of factly...

It's been two days and the martian and I have barely exchanged a word. We sit in amicable silence as I weather the storm of my...